hey, sorry I saw your profile and I just thought you looked cute in your picture, I really wanted to tell you that)) It's really rare to see girls playing video games haha! I don't know why its a guy thing honestly im like really against misogyny and like ill be the one in the kitchen making sandwiches. We should really play l4d2 sometime its a really cool zombie game with a lot of scary moments, but don't worry ill be there to protect you ;) sorry that wasnt flirting I swear Im just trying to be friendly I really like your profile picture sorry was that too far? Really sorry i'm really shy I don't go out much haha add me on skype we should talk more you look really nice and fun xxx

your nerdy ass is lucky we werent at a lan last game punk cuz i woulda had you pickin up teeth if you mouthed off to me like that while you werent hundreds of miles away flapping your fat cheeto stained fingers on the keyboard to a person who is not only a hundred times sexually adept than you are, but also could dominate you in both FPS games and a street fight, shoot me an address if youre feeling tough maybe ill use some of my mad bank to fly to whatever suburb you reside in and hospitalize your scrawny ass

After a good game in csgo, i added him because he seemed like a cool guy. We got chatting, over the next couple of months we became good friends. lots of great CS and most importantly true friendship.
I invited him to my house for a csgo lan party.
When he arrived, He came close to me and said "I want your mouse". I thought he forgot to bring his mouse so I gave him a mouse. But he said "not this mouse". And he started to stare at me. And all of a sudden he grabbed my D**K and he said "this mouse". I slapped him and kicked him out of my house.
Don't trust him.

Little Johnny boy slipped a finger between his perspiring crack, taking
away honey as if from the stale edges of a white bread sandwich. Johnny loved
the bees, almost as much as the sticky sweet clinging of honey that formed and
hung like stalactites from his perineum, dripped dripping drops.

The bees closed in. Thousands of bees, their murmuring buzzing chorus
titillating little Johnny boy, stingers angry and shining in the sun, quivering
mad. Johnny jogged toward the clover field, licking his finger of the sweet
sweaty honey. Honeybuns, Johnny thought, and laughed until he fell rolling over
the start of clover. Honeybuns, thought Johnny, and he laughed, giggled, a
smile playing over his bare freckled puss. "Beeeeeeez!" Johnny exclaimed, as a
fuzzy buzzing cloud converged on little Johnny's honey sticky ass.

The sun rolled in golden fury, and hours later, when it had turned a dark
red, and sunset swollen, little Johnny boy lay stiff and puffy, pink and happy,
dead stinking sweet.